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Friday, 14 June 2013

The Baby Diaries: 2 months

You are two months old (ok, so more like two and a half now because this blog post is late).

You weigh 9lbs, 10oz. Which means you gained 10oz in two weeks Miss GuzzleGuts!

You have just discovered your hands. You spend an insane amount of time staring at them in wonder, as if you've just realised they're attached to your arms and you have control over them.

You're probably no closer to settling into your own routine than you were a month ago, but that's ok, we work around it.

You're a beautifully content baby, whenever we are out in public everyone comments on what a good girl you are - they obviously don't see you at home!

Despite having a beautifully heart shaped face, long eyelashes and very petite, feminine features, as soon as I dress you in your blue jacket it seems the whole world, (including intelligent doctors who have all your notes in front of them), assumes you are a boy.

We still don't know what colour hair you have. Sometimes it's blonde, sometimes brown and at other times there's a distinct gingerness about it (you can blame your aunty Tamzyn for that!).

You're just getting to a stage where I can leave you on the floor and you're perfectly happy for an hour or more while I do chores around you.

You've learnt to smile! You smile when you're happy, you smile when you see Daddy and you smile on demand if we coax you into it!

Sometimes you smile when you're sleeping, a big beaming smile that we can never seem to get out of you when you're awake! It's gorgeous.

You've begun to maintain eye contact with me when you're feeding. But then you start smiling - which means your feeds take twice as long!

You're a very long baby, but very petite. I think you may have inherited your dad's height and metabolism! (Lucky girl!).

When you're asleep I like to just look at you in all your perfection.

When you cry I now know exactly what you need.

Someone recently said that you were one of only two babies that she'd ever seen who was absolutely, symmetrically perfect looking. I'm your mum so I wholeheartedly agreed that yes, you are perfect looking. And that's ok, to be biased and proud, because I am your mum.

I still don't feel like a mum. I look at other mums and think 'yes, you are a mum'. I don't feel like that, but I do know without a shadow of a doubt that you are mine!

This month we started giving you bottles so that I could leave you of an evening. You took to it like a dream. I was secretly disappointed because it means that at some point, I will have to leave you of an evening! And if I left you, I would miss you too much.